In the dimly lit room, a woman with raven hair stood facing away from the door, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. Her curves were generous, her skin a rich shade of cinnamon, and her long, thick hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of darkness. She was the epitome of an Indian babe, a goddess of passion and pleasure.
He watched her from the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest. He had wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her, and now, as she stood there, unaware of his presence, he knew this was his chance. He stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet.
As he approached, she turned, her eyes meeting his. He saw a flicker of surprise, quickly replaced by a smoldering desire. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him.
Without a word, he closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to touch her face. She leaned into his touch, her lips parting in anticipation. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duel.
His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, supple flesh. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with desire.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing a path down her neck to her shoulder. She arched her back, offering herself to him. He took advantage, his teeth nibbling at her sensitive skin. She gasped, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He continued his descent, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and teased, his tongue flicking at the hard buds. She cried out, her hips grinding against him. He could feel her heat, her wetness, and he knew she was ready for him.
He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her hips. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
He pulled her closer, his lips finding her pussy. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her folds. She moaned, her hands gripping his head. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing.
With one final lick, she came undone, her orgasm ripping through her. He held on, his tongue continuing to work her clit. She cried out, her legs shaking.
